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Snow Storm
AB (Dec 09 1971 / )

Snow Storm

watching the snowfall from the window sill
with a cup of coffee grounded in the mill

untouched unscathed innocent pure
the soft fluffy allure

falling with serene sound
I hear each flake land around

randomly once in a while
they dampen my heart's tile

how easily they lose their individuality
to form an infinite white and milky

the storm is over or so it seems
unforgiving winds have left mighty reams

the sun shall soon shine
and the days will again be mine

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Beautiful work Asim and I truly enjoy the way you draw your reader into the poem. I love the rhyming of each verse, which to me is true poetry. Thanks for the invite and I give you a 10++++ Your friend Lynn
'I hear each flake land around'=>> this is so big, like majestic ^_^. Beautiful poem